You're the last thing I think of, 
every single night, 
I guess it turns out, 
you've always been in my sight.
 You're my star- 
that I always turn to, 
I look for you, 
every single night-  if only you knew.
 My eyes are fixed on you, 
they always have been, 
sometimes my feelings for you, 
seems like a sin.
 The days seem endless, 
and the nights are so long, 
but I will continue to think of, 
us and our song.
 I wish you knew, 
how badly I fight, 
to not think of you, 
every single night.
 Thinking of you, 
hurts so much, 
because I so deeply, 
miss your touch.                
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I would like to translate this poem
 
                    